How much wind rushing Can make your heart burn, Make the ashes swirl? And no discussion Can spark a cold coal. You can still smell the smoke When you wake with it clinging to your clothes. It'd be a bad mistake not to tell her that you love her though. But you are not a savior-- You're a long awaited male heir You're clear blue water rushing through my hair. Cash on the barrel: I can't offer much that will make you blush. But shake them out, when they're unfurled In bare light of day a moonlight paper crane With some work you don't deserve or not deserve kid Will show you quote-unquote just to prove your intuition. That you are not a savior: You're a breath-takingly comfortable pew. And all I'll genuflect to is me and you. But what is more infatuating than infatuation? And what beauty is ever revealed without a revelation? So love move like a glacier slowly. If you can carve up a mountain please show me. You are not a savior: You're a mansion Seemingly built by me for me in some past life. (You are not a savior) With shifting amenities, A crackshot caretaking team, Where you can have whatever you like. (You are not a savior) You can have whatever you like. A 1st mate in the captains seat. (You are not a savior) The dead alive and apple cheeked. (You are not a savior)